The story of my life...

This morning I had plans to go out to lunch and shopping with my host mom and host sister. I was really looking forward to it because we don't do stuff like that often, especially just the girls. 5 minutes before we are supposed to leave, as I'm sitting in my nice clothes waiting for my host mom to get ready, she comes into my room and says "How about we go to San Seong first." (San Seong is the fortress we go hiking at some times that is a 2 hour time commitment) Ummm excuse me host mom? I'm pretty sure hiking and lunch/shopping are not in the same activities category. I stared at her for minute and for the first time since I've been here, flat out told her "no". No I am not going hiking in the freezing cold. I hate hiking and I especially hate hiking when its taking the place of one of my favorite things to do: shopping.
Still not sure what we're going to end up doing because shes currently yelling at my host sister because she had the same exact reaction I did.
Just had to share because this is the story of my life in Korea.


UPDATE: We ended up going shopping in the end (thank god). Shopping was an experience in itself. I don't know if its a Korean thing or that my host mom is just weird, but she has no sense of appropriate social rules. For example, she doesn't ever follow the rule of standing in a line. If there is a line at the cash register, she just walks up to the front and butts in front of everyone. I always try to point it out to her that there is a line, but she always tells me I'm wrong. Lately I've just given up and let her go and get yelled at by people. Another interesting moment was when we were at the pizza place getting lunch. Host mom wanted to order a shrimp pizza and couldn't understand why I didn't want to order it. She told me to just take the shrimp off, and I tried explaining that the whole pizza is still going to taste like shrimp. The whole day was filled with moments where I wanted to kill her and then 10 seconds later she would do something cute and I would like her again. For example, I cooked dinner that night for the family. I made them penne and meatballs and homemade garlic bread. Host mom knew I was making dinner but ended up missing it because she stayed at her mom's house for a very long time. I was a little annoyed at her since I took the time to cook mostly for her. But later on in the night I hear her say to host dad "Yeobo (honey), come and look at me!" I peek my head out my bedroom door and there she is parading around in her new boots and mini skirt she bought while we were shopping with the biggest smile on her face. It was sooo adorable. As with everything here, just when I think I'm tired of it all, something happens that makes me realize how glad I am that I'm here.